Who knows?

You still feel the soccor mom's ass pressing your mouth down as she farts and allows another turd to wind out of her ass and drop into your mouth. She sits there a little longer and begins to wipe. Finally, she raises up and pulls up her clothing. Then with a foot, she hits the flush lever and all of her nasty shit is **** down your throat.

After she leaves, you pick up a coversation a woman is having and it sounds like she is on a phone since you only hear one side.

"Remind me next time not to have Stacy's chili. It really messes with my stomach. I have got to go. Talk to you later."

Then she enters your stall. Of all the stalls in all the world, she has to come into yours. She is a plain looking dark haired young woman in her early twenties. She looks nicely dressed in a tan pullover and khaki pants. She is holding the side of her stomach and appears upset. It's not long until her bare ass is headed to your mouth.

The cascade of liquid shit sprays out of her ass, hitting your extra sensitive taste buds like a sledgehammer. The awaful taste is making you scream but she can't hear you.. Her ass stops the deluge and she sits there while you suffer tasting her sloppy shit. She spews gas into you and after a few moments, more brown liquid gushes out. You are suffering so much for women and if you ever get out, you may go live by yourself. Most likely, they will have to put you away in an asylum.

Finally, she takes her time wiping and wiping and stands to turn around and look with disgust at you. Then with her clothes pulled up, she flushes the soup of shit down your throat.